Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"What do you mean?"

Chen Feng leaned closer, lowered his voice, and laid out his plan in detail.

After hearing this, Zhao Gang's eyes widened, and he was speechless for a long time.

"You...you've gone mad, haven't you?" Zhao Gang pointed at Chen Feng's nose, both angry and helpless. "You're using yourself as bait! If anything goes wrong, you'll be the second person to die by the bloodletting knife!"

"That's why I came to borrow your stab-proof vest." Chen Feng grinned, a smile that revealed a desperate resolve. "Brother Gang, as long as I have this thing to protect me, their knives won't be able to hurt me. Then... hehe, who will be the hunter and who will be the prey, we'll never know."

Zhao Gang remained silent for a long time, his expression shifting constantly.

Finally, he sighed, took a bunch of keys out of his pocket, and slammed them on the table.

"There's an old warehouse in the east of the city where our team stores scrapped equipment. There are a few stab-proof vests inside; they're older models, but they still offer decent protection."

He stared into Chen Feng's eyes and said, slowly and deliberately, "I can lend it to you, but on one condition."

"What are the conditions?"

"After this is done, those assassins must be handed over to me." A ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Gang's eyes. "The case from five years ago is the greatest disgrace of my career. I still haven't been able to give them justice for those four lives."

Chen Feng paused for two seconds, then nodded: "Deal. But Brother Gang, I can only guarantee we'll catch them. As for whether they live or die... that's up to their own fate."

The two exchanged a smile, their eyes both revealing a sharp killing intent.

……

It was evening, in Fenghua's office at the battlefield.

Monkey, Er Gou, and several core brothers were all gathered here, waiting for Chen Feng to speak.

Chen Feng threw his backpack on the table, unzipped it, revealing a black stab-proof vest underneath.

"What's this?" The monkey leaned closer to take a look, its eyes immediately lighting up. "Holy crap! A stab-proof vest? Where did you get this, Feng-ge?"

"Don't ask so many questions." Chen Feng sat down in a chair, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. "I called you all here because there's something important to discuss."

Everyone immediately quieted down and listened intently.

Chen Feng tapped the table and slowly said, "I plan to lure those assassins out."

"Lure him out? How?" Er Gou's eyes widened.

"I'll be the bait."

These words immediately caused an uproar in the office.

"Feng, are you crazy?" Er Gou was the first to jump up. "You know what kind of people those are! Last time, the two of us almost got killed against six, and you alone..."

"Who said I'm alone?" Chen Feng interrupted him, a strange smile playing on his lips. "I just 'appear' to be alone."

Chen Feng spread out a roughly drawn map of the old street on the table. "Listen carefully, your positions—"

He pointed to a narrow alley: "This is the alley leading to Ghost Hand Zhang's clinic. It's winding and narrow, with old houses on both sides. In the middle section, there's a large wall, so once you come in, it's hard to run to either side."

"For the next few days, I will go to Ghost Hand Zhang's to change the dressing at the normal time, around 8 pm every night."

"Those guys aren't stupid. They knew we were on guard after the last assassination attempt failed."

"So, you don't know exactly when they made their move?"

Chen Feng pointed to the alley entrance with his pen. "Enter the alley from this end. Logically, if they were going to make a move, they would definitely choose the middle section. You—"

He looked at Monkey: "Monkey, take two people and climb up here." He pointed to a two-story old house with his pen. "The roof is flat, there's a cement platform. You scouted this place before, you can lie down there, and the view is perfect for overlooking the whole alley. Take the hunting rifle, don't fire randomly, pick on the leader."

The monkey licked its lips, a hint of excited coldness flashing in its eyes: "Understood."

"Ergou," Chen Feng turned to him, "You take four men and bury them in this abandoned woodshed at the end of the alley beforehand. As soon as I enter the alley, have someone quietly chain up this path."

He drew a circle on the paper: "This section is rarely used to begin with, and once you zip it up, it's a dead end. If they want to come in, they'll have nowhere to retreat."

Er Gou grinned: "Got it, once you're in, you're not leaving."

"As for you—" Chen Feng looked at Da Zhuang, paused, "Don't follow me."

Da Zhuang suddenly looked up: "Brother Feng—"

"You drive outside," Chen Feng patted him on the shoulder. "In case of any emergency, someone needs to be able to rush into the alley and pull me out immediately. You're so strong, why don't you use it like a tractor? Do you really expect me to run around in a stab-proof vest?"

Da Zhuang paused for two seconds, then finally grinned: "Fine! I'll drive this car, and I guarantee no one will be able to leave you there."

"Remember a few things," Chen Feng concluded. "First, this matter should only be known to a few of us. Don't bring too many other brothers; a small team is the best team. Second, don't fire unless absolutely necessary. Making too much noise will attract a lot of unrelated trouble."

"What about Zhao Gang?" the monkey asked.

"I didn't tell him the specific time and place, I just said that I might be ambushed again, and told him to keep a close eye on the old street area recently," Chen Feng said calmly. "If he really wants to make a contribution, he will keep watch himself."

"What you're doing is called..." the monkey scratched his head, "borrowing a knife?"

"Borrow armor," Chen Feng corrected. "Borrow their skin to shield us from those unseen eyes up there."

"What we're doing can't just be talked about in public, but those people in the public eye don't want anything serious to happen either." He smiled. "If the Ghost Hand Society dares to make a name for itself in the East China Sea, the higher-ups will be more annoyed than anyone else."

Er Gou clicked his tongue in amazement: "Brother Feng, your brain is really different now."

Chen Feng lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a plume of smoke. His eyes flashed with a chilling killing intent, like the sharp edge of a knife.

"They chose the location last time, this time it's my turn."

"This time, we won't stop until blood is spilled."

……

For four consecutive days, Chen Feng appeared precisely at 8 p.m. in the alley leading to Ghost Hand Zhang's clinic.

He was accompanied only by two somewhat immature-looking underlings; even the towering Er Gou was not by his side.

It looks like a piece of fatty meat on a plate.

However, the assassins from the "Ghost Hand Society" lurking in the shadows have yet to make their move.

Meanwhile, in a residential building at the west end of the alley.

Six men in black crouched by the window, peering through the broken glass at the narrow alley below. The Ghost Hand Society usually operated in groups of six; four had been crippled last time, but four more were quickly brought in to fill their positions.

The leader was a man wearing a baseball cap, who was in charge of this operation by the "Ghost Hand Society," codenamed "Ghost Shadow."

His face was hidden under the brim of his hat, revealing only a hideous scar that ran from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth, gleaming white in the dim moonlight.

"Target spotted," the skinny man said in a low voice, handing over the binoculars.

"Ghost Shadow" took it and brought it close to its eyes.

Chen Feng's figure is clearly visible in the footage. He walks slowly, occasionally looking up at the sky, as if admiring the night view.

"Just two lackeys?" Scarface frowned.

"It's been like this for the past few days," the skinny man replied. "Every night at eight o'clock sharp, I leave home, take the same road, and go to the same place. I usually have one or two people with me, sometimes not even anyone."

The "ghost" didn't speak, its eyes narrowed to slits.

He has been in this line of work for ten years and has seen too many prey who thought they were clever, as well as too many "bait" that were set up to lure them in.

Chen Feng's behavior was too predictable.